from Chasing Fireflies.


" A few minutes later, Unc walked up next to me and next to me and hung his arms across the fence railing. In his hand he held an empty mason jar with holes punched in the lid. He stood there a long time turning the jar. Inside, a single lightning bug fluttered off the sides of the glass. Every five or six seconds, he’d light his lantern. Unc turned the jar in his hand. “Scientists say that these things evolved this way over millions of years.” He shook his head. “That’s a bunch of bunk. I don’t think an animal can just all-of-a-sudden decide it wants to make light grow out its butt. What kind of nonsense is that Animals don’t make light.” He pointed to the stars. “God does that. I don’t know why or how, but I’m pretty sure it’s not chance. It’s not some haphazard thing he does in his spare time.”
He looked at me, and his expression changed from one of wonder to seriousness, to absolute conviction. “Chase, I don’t believe in chance.” He held up the jar. “This is not chance, neither are the stars.”
I was hurting inside, and the streaks shining on my face didn’t scratch the surface at telling how much.
He tapped me gently on the chest. “And neither are you. So, if your mind is telling you that God slipped up and might have made one giant mistake when it comes to you, you remember the firefly’s butt.”
The laughter walked up behind me, wrapped around my tummy, and ticked my ribs, finally bubbling out my mouth—taking the hurt parts with it. That’s something Unc was good at. He gave me his laughter and took my pain. "

by Charles Martin

winter snow.


Could've come like a mighty storm
With all the strength of a hurricane
You could've come like a forest fire
With the power of heaven in Your flame

But You came like a winter snow
Quiet and soft and slow
Falling from the sky in the night
To the earth below

You could've swept in like a tidal wave
Or an ocean to ravish our hearts
You could have come through like a roaring flood
To wipe away the things we've scarred

But You came like a winter snow
(Yes, You did)
You were quiet
You were soft and slow
Falling from the sky in the night
To the earth below

Oh, no, Your voice wasn't in a bush burning
No, Your voice wasn't in a rushing wind
It was still
It was small
It was hidden

You came like a winter snow
Quiet and soft and slow
Falling from the sky in the night
To the earth below

(Oh, yeah)
To the earth below
You came falling
From the sky in the night
To the earth below

(On Chris Tomlin's Christmas CD, sung by Audrey Assad)

labor of Love.




church notes.



1. Does the way you spend your money/resources demonstrate God's love?
2. Does the way you spend your time demonstrate God's love?
3. Does the way you use your words demonstrate God's love?
4. Does your attitude demonstrate God's love?

...God demonstrates his own love for us...
(from Romans 5:8)

old and new.

Things I miss:
kid's church
my old library

Things I love:
my church
my church family
Christmas outreaches
handmade gifts
wearing boots and scarves (although today was WAY to hot to do that)

Carried to the Table.


Wounded and forsaken
I was shattered by the fall
Broken and forgotten
Feeling lost and all alone
Summoned by the King
Into the Master’s courts
Lifted by the Savior
And cradled in His arms

I was carried to the table
Seated where I don’t belong
Carried to the table
Swept away by His love
And I don’t see my brokenness anymore
When I’m seated at the table of the Lord
I’m carried to the table
The table of the Lord

Fighting thoughts of fear
And wondering why He called my name
Am I good enough to share this cup
This world has left me lame
Even in my weakness
The Savior called my name
In His Holy presence
I’m healed and unashamed

You carried me, my God
You carried me

Leeland, Carried to the Table

Hello Christmas break.

College Adventure # 10

I finished my 1st semester at FSU! Took my last 2 exams this morning and I'm ready for a break! Here's my to do list for this week (as of now):

-make Christmas presents
-update my esty account(s)
-pack for home
-get ready for Haiti*
-work on the Christmas outreach stuff**
-get things cleaned and organized

*mission trip to Haiti in the summer...more to come.
**elizabeth and I are working on a Christmas outreach with our church...our back room is packed with presents for families we're sponsoring...possibly more to come.



Here are a few (there were lots) pictures from elizabeth and my Thanksgiving.

dancing :)

We got lessons in cooking...

Chester is our tv. he got dressed up for thanksgiving.

Charis was sitting on the couch cutting a carrot...
Me: Charis, are you bleeding?
Charis: No...
Me: what that red stuff running down your hand?
Charis: oh.

we had lots of butter.

delicious apple pie.


"it's about time for someone to take this semester out behind the barn and shoot it."
-one of my very favorite teachers